Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 32

She had nothing to say. She only glared at him with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment.

“I will fulfill anything that Rae–Rae likes,” David said.

“You…” Rachel opened her mouth. She eventually let out a helpless sigh. “Forget it, as long as you’re happy.”

Upon hearing her words, David’s lips curved into a joyful smile. He said, “I came late before and couldn’t accompany you day and night, but from now on. I’m willing to spend the rest of my life with you”

“David, I haven’t agreed yet,” Rachel said.

“I know,” David said as he lowered his gaze and stared at Rachel’s pretty face. The faint blush on her fair cheeks was still visible. “But sooner or later, you will be mine.”

With that simple sentence, Rachel felt the unrestrained arrogance that lay behind it.

A hint of shyness crossed her face. She pushed away the man in front of her and quickly said, “Good night,” before turning around and leaving without looking back.

David stood in place, his gaze falling on the fleeing figure that carried a hint of panic. He lightly smiled.

soon as the door closed, Rachel leaned back against it, still feeling her heart pounding like

been teaching her how to love. Only this man had told her

he also invisibly cut off all her retreats, forcing her to make

but ultimately failed to achieve any real

her forehead and lay on the bed, staring at the floating night sky outside the

passed.

faint, and all things were just waking

up, she opened the door and walked out. She saw Old Mrs. Jones sitting in the living room. She quickly

Old Mrs. Jones asked, her lips curving into a meaningful smile as she scrutinized Rachel with dim eyes. It was as if she was eager to find something on Rachel’s

hand to tuck a strand of loose hair behind her ear and replied, “I

walked in from outside, his gaze involuntarily

long hair was casually curled behind her head. A few strands fell in

beautiful. Her almond–shaped eyes shimmered with watery radiance. She was breathtakingly gorgeous. Her lips, moist and luscious, exuded a tempting

in his mind. He recalled a line of poetry by a

that you’re back, let’s have dinner,” Old Mrs. Jones said when she noticed David standing

his grip on the small green medicine bottle in

taking a seat, David pulled out a chair for her. Rachel smiled and said, “Thank you.”

chair in a little with a smooth and synchronized movement, displaying a great deal of

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